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Riders
Riders,
Young riders
Dripping with
Testosterone,
Riding
The gauntlet
Of the mall,
No swords,
No spears,
No clubs,
Just pissed
Off merchants,
Shoppers swearing,
And the forward
Thinking woman
Licking her lip,
Thinking of the
Day that energy
Is transformed
Into the ride
Of a private kind.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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